Looting the destroyedVessels of the seaI wondered if the wavesHad taken all of meAll of me backDown to the blackDown to the where the worms reign silent and greenSilent

We can do some wrecking hereTil a little colorComes into your faceWe can do some wrecking hereAnd find something to loveIn this broken placeThis broken place

And the king is a handAnd slaps you like a waveAnd shackles you downBound like an anchored chain in the sandSends your ships to the rocksSends the keys to the lock of the chainOn your heartTo the mouth of a serpentAnd his scaly glass shards

He's holding all the cardsAnd waiting in the wavesWith the poker faceAnd no trail to traceNo trail to trace

We can do some wrecking hereTil a little color comes into your faceWe can do some wrecking hereAnd find something to loveIn this broken placeThis broken place